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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Drowned Is The Fool






























Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Pretty may look the surface

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Sweetly may sing the bird

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Tender may be her touch

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Enticing may be the perfume

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Enchanting may be the dream

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Silent may be the  storm

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Bright may be the day

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Soothing may be the night

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Scintillating  to the senses

drowned is the fool



Danger is those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Breathtaking be the elixer

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool



Temporarily sated is hunger

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Awakened is the spirit

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Opened is his soul

drowned is the fool.




Danger to he who swims

in a shallow pool


Closed are his eyes

drowned is the fool.



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Originally, it seemed this poem was flowing forth, as a good omen; reminding me and multiple others to breathe deeply and stay away from shallowness. Thinking of how all too many seemingly shallow people are often-times breathing down my lovely neck.

Soon , a new presence began breathing life unto it's own; speaking of a manifold myriad of lusting, hungry, wanting men, who have been 'burned once too often'. Those whom 'never really looked deeply, before they leapt' into lust, love and unrequited longing.

I should know, for I am the epitamy of the proverbial bombshell, objectified by both men and women;  whom wisely knows of what she does speak!


P.P.S.

http://www.michaelpalmer.com/ of the UK, captured a glimpse of female form in all her shining glory, at the mighty Capilano Rivers edg, last fabulous fall. Now, feel free to rise up ...

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